Page 17 of Snap

Damn.

I finally let go of his tie, slipped it off his neck and tossed it toward the floor. His shirt went next. Then the rest of our clothes.

"Wow." He propped himself on one elbow and scanned my body with half lidded eyes. "You're beautiful."

"No, you," I said back.

He grinned, then reclaimed my mouth with his.

I wound my legs around him, urgency rising while he kissed his way around my face, chin, neck, then every millimetre of my body.

He parted my legs with his hands and bent my knees to open me out to him.

"You have the sweetest pussy I've ever seen." He kissed his way up one thigh and down the other.

"If you don't touch me there…" I was breathless with need already. Tongue, hand, cock, I wanted them all. Right. Now.

"You'll what?" He teased, but bent his head and tickled my clit with the tip of his tongue.

I shivered with the delicious pleasure of his touch. The more he licked and sucked, the more I wanted. I wanted him to devour me from the outside in.

He slipped a finger inside me, then another. He hooked his hand around to massage my G spot at the same time as he licked my clit.

Usually, it took me a long time to come, unless I did it myself with a vibrator, but he had me on the edge faster than I could ever have imagined. And then pitching over, like a leaf, pulled by the force of a waterfall, unable to stop myself from tumbling down.

I arched my back and screamed his name to the ceiling.

I never came twice, but he didn't let up, drawing my clit between his lips and sucking relentlessly.

"Ollie, I can't…"

"Yes, you can," he insisted, his mouth muffled by my pussy.

"I—" Maybe I could. I was so close to a second orgasm already. How did he play me so well? It was like he knew my body perfectly.

"Come for me," he insisted. "I know you can."

At those words, that commanding tone, I came again, harder than before. Harder than I had in my entire life. If I screamed loudly before, it was nothing to how loud I screamed now. The whole building probably heard me.

Let them. I didn't care who knew how well he was taking care of me.

I finally came back down, panting and lightly sweating.

"Holy shit," I puffed.

His face shining, he picked up his head and crawled up the bed to me. On the way, he leaned over the side and scooped up his tie.

"What are you planning to do with that?" I asked, one eyebrow raised speculatively.

His smile widened. "That depends on you. What do you want me to do with it?"

I thought for a moment, then raised my hands above my head, in front of the vertical slats in my headboard.

"As the lady wishes." He wound one end of the tie around my wrists and the other around one of the slats. Not too tight, just enough to feel a slight pressure. Enough to feel like I was voluntarily surrendering control.

I liked it.

He knelt between my legs and looked down at me while he positioned his cock. He was so fucking big. Of course he was. The man was built like a Greek god, or something. Would he even fit?

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